ICELU's music lies somewhere between the vague orbits of european free improvisation, dada, and ambient microsound. Catchy categories aside, the golden brown bake of the midwest is what really makes this music special to me. There's a playful seriousness to ICELU that seems indebted to their Wisconsin dispositions - harsh noise can be giggled away, and impossibly fragile soundscapes feel like a familiar handshake. This isn't music for the recital hall. It's music for armchairs, couches, and new friends.